Bedside manner

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned "Mmmmmhm." Remi hummed in sleepy acknowledgement, head bobbing to punctuate. Isla, on the other hand, was less than impressed. She cared and worried little for Rory's state of understanding, focusing on the shoddy work which had been done to him in her absence. And it had been what? 2 hours at most? Nostrils flaring, Isla backed up a few steps, but only so that her horn could lower towards Rory's sternum. "She says to be still." Remi repeated, stifling a yawn behind his hand. A flash of white light bled from the unicorn's horn, and the worst of Rory's burns were suddenly healed. With a snort, she lipped at the cloth again, as if to suggest that it was no longer needed. Not that it had been doing much good in the first place. "She..." Remi paused, the boyish lines of his face growing stern. Leaning against the cabinets, he folded his arms over one another and seemed to stare intently at the unicorn, as if expecting her to field this answer herself. She didn't of course, and so after a moment the alchemist could only sigh. "She died. In the Outskirts ... There was a luxere hurt or something, I do not know the details. I was not there. Sam told me and I—" Tricked him into staying behind and ran out into the darkness without a plan "—I had to bring her body back, Rory. I could not leave her out there. Sam said that...that the monsters.." Swallowing down a lump in his throat, Remi's lashes fluttered over tears that threatened to form. But Isla was here. The light was green. It was all alright. "Ludo led me to her." He continued with slightly more composure. "We...we agreed on a trade, and he placed Isla's consciousness in this body."